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Feel free to call me back if your balls hang low enough! BITCH!”
    “Damn, sis!  Shit, if I was her, I’d be scared. You went in on her. I hope she does not call you back because I am not there to keep you from driving to go and choke a bitch,” Jani chuckled.
    She was right. I probably shouldn’t have gone off like that, but that was a typical reaction. It was never the other woman’s fault that a man released his inner whore, but it didn’t hurt any less.  I knew it was a mistake as soon as I called her.  In my opinion, I should’ve never allowed the side chick to hear me cry over a muthafucka who was playing us both. But fuck it, I was the wife. She knew about me, but I didn’t know shit about her. She could take a back seat right now.
    “Jani, I am so angry. Why would he do this to me? Aren’t I enough? I do everything for this man and he goes and gives himself to someone else that doesn’t have his best interest at heart? I don’t get it,” I bawled.
    “I know, sweetie, but it may not be anything you did or didn’t do per se.  Men are just selfish and greedy.”
    Just as Jani was talking, my phone beeped. “Jani, that’s her calling back.”
    “Uhn uh… call that bitch on three-way!”
    Jani wasted no time. As soon as she heard her voice, she calmly started speaking. “Hello Kadeema, this is Jani, Presley’s sister. Can I ask you a question? How fun is it to be the side bitch? I mean, you must really think you are doing something by being second choice. Well, yeah whatever, you don’t know me, but you will if you fuck with my sister. LIKE I SAID IF YOU FUCK WITH MY SISTER, I. WILL. FUCK. YOU. UP!  And trust me, you and no one in your family want that problem!”
    “Omg! WHO are you? I don’t even know you, lady, and you calling and threatening me? Are you white? You sound like a white girl,” Kadeema carefully pointed out.
    “Umm… no, idiot, I’m not white. But, I can assure you that if I have to whoop your ass, you will know I’m black! How ‘bout that for being white?” Jani concluded as she hung the phone up in Kadeema’s face.
    As soon as Jani hung up, she said, “Bitch, I’m on my way. You don’t need to be by yourself right now. I’ll meet you at the house and Ty better NOT jump fly with me because I will fuck him up, too!”
    I headed home, but the entire time I drove, I was crying. I had no idea the day would start like this. What happened? We were about to make love and then I found out that he was cheating. In hindsight, I had always known. For the last three months, I knew it. I could feel it.  I was too upset to continue to drive. I had to pull over and get it together.  I leaned forward, resting my head on the steering wheel, attempting to stop the tears from splashing on my pants. As I sat there, my phone rang.
    “Hello?”
    “Presley, this is Kadeema. I just wanted to call you and see if you are okay.”
    “Bitch! No, I’m not okay! You’ve been fucking my husband! So let me ask you, were you fucking him when we spoke back in March?” I questioned.
    “Presley, I didn’t go after Ty,” she replied. “He approached me and I didn’t know about you until you called.”
    “Bitch, you lying! You and Keisha’s retarded looking ass are friends. She knew he was married. I know she told you because she’s fucking with another married man, too. Birds of a feather usually fucking flock together!”
    “Well, no, I had no idea like I said earlier.”
    “Well, that is not what HE told me. But really, y’all are both some lying sacks of shit!” I snarled. “I don’t know what to believe. But what I do know for sure is that you fucked my husband!”
    “What do you mean he told you? I’ve been covering for his ass and he goes and tells you everything?”
    A part of me wanted to laugh, but I couldn’t. My heart wouldn’t give way to the bullshit I was hearing.  This chick sounded so asinine.
    “Yeah, he told me. Now ask yourself how much he really cares